Red and Violent ✔️

Chapter 42: Her

You were ready to forge a sword and make it sharp enough to slit her throat. One more word out of her mouth and you'll lose every imaginable barrier of deterrence. You fantasized about the ways to kill her before you even get to look her in the face. When you pushed your brother away you were met by the atrocious face you haven't seen in countless years.

Her face was too tight with botox and her lips are full with fillers. Her face looked as expressionless as it's always been. Even under all that fake mask of youth she's putting on and her fallacious beauty, she smelled like a serpent.

Her eyebrows raised like the devil was conning Eve to eat from the tree. Her mouth was closed like a cunning fox's long nose and her ears as pointy as a leprechaun. Except, in her case, that leprechaun has death at the end of its colorless rainbow. A colorless rainbow that preceded a ferocious storm.

She was Midas but her hand killed everything it touched. Her hand turned everything alive, rotten. That woman didn't belong with civilians. She's a murderer and she deserved her death penalty. You were the avenger. You felt stronger than Samson and you wanted to tear down every pillar in that house and watch her die. Even if it meant that you'll die, too.

"Hasn't she lost weight and gotten smaller?" She said opening her arms like she was expecting you to hug her. You didn't bare her squeaking shitty accent vibrating against your tympanic membrane. You wanted to put your hands on her throat and collapse her airways.

You started for her. You were half way to her throat but you felt your brother's arms surrounding you. He tackled you to the floor. You were breathing so hard and your face was so hot. You weren't able to form sentences. You wanted her dead. Now. You raised your middle fingers to every logic Dana has put you through to aid you over come your anger towards her.

"Oh, she's not happy she's seeing me, is she?" She laughed.

She was talking about you in third person like you were a domesticated animal. Her face was too tight she couldn't express emotions with her face. Not like she had any.

"Mom, stop this." Paul shouted as he still fixed you to the ground.

"Should I call Dana to prescribe her Haloperidol? She looks unstable." You screamed so loud your brother had to cover his ears. He let go of you in the process. You ran at her again. This time her security guard appeared from thin air and pushed you down on the ground he almost broke your ribs.

"Stop this! Get off of her!" Your brother ordered the guard. He held you so tight you weren't able to part your arms away from your body.

"Mom, leave!"

"Thought she'd be stable by now. She doesn't seem like she's benefited much from being detained in a mental hospital back in Korea. Dr. Dana hasn't been doing a proper job, has she?"

How does she know this? You've been under the radar for years. How could she know all this?

"Too bad!" She pouted and tilted her head like she's looking at a pathetic animal about to be taken to the slaughter house.

"Kim Na Ri!" Your brother shouted. "Get out!" Your brother never broke the honorifics. He never did that. Seeing him in this rage made you want to jump on her the more.

She shrugged and walked past you. Looking down at you, she made a face like she'll almost spit at you. You wish she did because what she said was worse than a 100 bullets to the head. She knelt down to your level and whispered.

"Your younger brother had this very same look before he passed. The look of anger." She patted your shoulder and stood up to leave.

Her words numbed you. Your body failed. You were conscious, yet, so unconscious. It's true. She was the last person to see him before he passed away. She confirmed your theory about her killing him. That's at least what your head believed.

Your brother stayed there in the floor with you. He held you upright and hugged you. It must've been a while since she left because your brother's feet started sleeping. He broke his embrace and helped you stand on your feet. You almost fell but he stopped you from falling. He silently walked you to your room and helped you get into bed. He removed his shoes and sat next to you.

After a while, you looked around for your phone. When you opened it, you found a message from Sejin. It stated:

I'm sorry I had to. I'll fix this.

The text was too cryptic you didn't want to wrap your head around it. You got up.

"Cathy? Are you okay?" Your brother said.

"I just don't feel like being awake is of much use, right now. I'll take my sedatives."

You walked to you medicine cabinet and took your meds. You bent on the sink while watching the water flow down the drain. Suddenly that sink was filled with blood. The blood you wished you could seep out of that woman's body. You were dried up out of tears. Your eyes were dry like the Sahara. There was no sign of emotions. Every feeling looked like a mirage and you didn't run towards it. You just sat on the sand and embraced your imminent dehydration.

"I don't want to wake up, unless if it's for my death and I'm being judged by the gods of fury." You went under the covers and you immediately slept.